Page 43 of Dream Mates
“Good.” I kissed her head as I pulled out of her. She didn’t cry for a knot. That was positive.
Grabbing the wipes, I cleaned her, Evan, and myself up.
“Are you okay, Dear?” Brennan pulled me to him and gave me his water.
I took a long drink. “We need to get everyone out of here and try to break the cycle. Get them showered and in other beds. Feed them. Maybe we can all go out on the boat while the house airs out?”
If they spiked again, well, there were plenty of places in the cabin that we could fuck them.
“Good idea.” Brennan kissed my temple. “Go find Spencer. Maybe we can get the cleaning crew here while we’re out on the boat. I’ll get Evan to his room, Wes can take Grace.”
I looked over and saw Wes fucking Evan.
“I want a sandwich.” Grace looked up at me.
Brennan stroked her hair. “You’re hungry? Food and a shower will probably make you feel better.”
“Okay. Come on.” I took her hand, grabbed my phone, and led her downstairs. The sitting room was a mess, full of dirty sheets and wrappers.
Opening the door of the fridge, I found one last sandwich. I gave it to her along with some water.
“Eat,” I told her. I started texting Spencer about the boat, the cleaning crew, and trying to get this wrapped up. It was really early in the morning, but he was probably awake.
Grace ate her sandwich. “No more?”
“No, but if you want to take a shower, I’ll get Spencer to make you something?” I cupped her face with my hand.
Her eyes welled up. “I…”
“It’s okay. You’re with us and safe.” I held her to me as she started to cry. Who the fuck knew what happened to her? But she’d cried a few times in the nest.
I held her until she was done sobbing.
“I want a bath.” Her teary eyes looked up at me.
“That sounds amazing. Though you might want a shower first.”
Grace nodded but didn’t move.
“Come on.” I picked her up and took her over to the bathroom shower and turned on the water. Gently, I put her inside. “You rinse off. Do you want me to make you a bath? Or have Spencer make you one? I bet he’ll give you a nice bath.”
She nodded. “Please?”
I kissed her. “I’ll find Spencer.”
Grabbing a robe, I gathered up the trash and took it out. I went back up and got the laundry. She was sitting on the floor of the shower, crying. My heart broke for her. I wasn’t sure if she needed Wes or a little alone time.
“Grace, what do you need?” I said softly. “Wes? Spencer?”
“Ice cream,” she sobbed. “And coffee.”
Well, then. Grabbing one of the baskets of sheets, I went down to the laundry room and started the washing. Some of these might need to be washed twice.
In the kitchen, I found Spencer, spices all over the counter. I guess he got my texts.
“You look exhausted,” Spencer said, as he made the marinade for the meat.
“I need a nap.” I went straight to the coffee machine. While I wanted to sleep, Grace asked for coffee. So, I’d make her coffee. I wasn’t sure we even had ice cream.
